No Judgement Just Conceptuals

Coffee in Hand,

sugar & cream,

to the Porch in the simplicity,

the Air is Still,

not even a breeze,

yet, the Horns on the Bay are Echoing in Say.

The fog, the misting, the guidance to be,

kept to the Lanes of filling empties,

shots in the dark to guide what cannot be seen,

the mechanics made by mankinds theme.

The answer is with the Question not asked,

the give in the saying why is it me in a task,

I see the funny face my Mother did have,

when she looked at my Step-Father his face in a mad.

She would quirky her smile to a strange sort of glee,

love pouring over in her Mind of this be,

I would stare not to wonder the eternity,

just the weirds of a Life that so terribly fights,

to interest the Freedom with a smile of Mights.

In obvious I did share these same sort of bares,

the difference so shown it's skipped with stones,

moreover the stand on the River of land,

across the water skip, skip, skipping curr plop,

to sync once again to her decision when,

the meet was the first and the second did sin.

Even that did in front of me ayes,

silence rewarded 'cause I knew in her tries,

those beatings that drug her up those stairs,

ripping the roots from the base of her hairs,

a scalping in real was not very fair,

it was the payment of Siblings whom outed our where.

Lies of course to attend their course,

the act of the older two for the door,

more attention, more prevention from liberty to well,

a life of such misery I could always tell.

Like the days in defense of them going to hell,

sent to their bedrooms they'd underwear delve,

you'd hear in the wall to thin to prevent,

as paternal did spank the base of the bed,

scream and cry to the beat of the I,

so your Mother will know the rough is the show.

Never did I turn to say so,

no that's not true I shrugged and said "Oh,"

I see how it's done the whip and the gun,

the terror or the horror it's just saving for more,

claiming to training of the real in Crow,

the Window in that Oregonian side the Churchs home.

The snowball fights the banks at brights,

the walk to the store,

each step is a lesson to where us of chore,

a Cadillac approach to the News of a Coach,

my Grandparents Castle was the Mind of this rattle.

To A&W the frosty-mug drink,

the same in so similar my Nana would think,

the disapproval would show for the slurpy of spoe,

but the brake would just seal the doe.

Up to the Drive on Beulah relied,

swinging the wheel past the Chinese Buffet,

all in the wonder of Nana in a day,

the reason I where this Fur Coat to the may,

because I can comfortable stay in my house dress, oh May!!

It's these private mentions that smile me make,

the sit on the couch with my Papa in stout,

in quiet repose he'd never shout,

I think that it's his smile I do wear about.

On this same day with my luck it's May,

to swing to June or July would be duck,

a ride on a Greyhound Bus to the stuck,

just to sit back down on the couch of to much.

I looked into those Irish Eyes smiling,

I said in serious I have a delirious,

if I could only know all the things you have seen,

to know the actions of all in complete,

as if I was you in carry over feat,

than I would know most definitely and not have to repeat,

just side the days or the ways that offered no leads.

Irish eyes really do smile,

twinkle in that see,

a smile in such warmth,

it felt like a breathe,

just a peaceful sort of seed.